lucid

My son is headed to camp this summer with the scouts and I've decided to accompany them on the bus. I know I don't have enough money to actually participate in the camp but I felt like I should come along just the same.

The bus arrives in camp and a sharply-dressed staffer boards the bus to give us the orientation directions. After pointing us in the right direction we all head towards the barracks that will be our home for the next 11 days.

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I must admit I'm fairly upset that my son has brought a huge radio with him and I'm chastising him since I know it won't receive anything anyway. Besides, we're in the woods and I'm sure people would prefer to hear the sounds of nature versus the boombox he is toting around.

Of course, my son protests, and I decide to back off as we enter the main room of the common area. Immediately I realize how weird it will be to have co-ed sleeping quarters but in all honesty that's not important right now. I see that another parent is there with her son and she is getting him ready for his ceremonial swearing-in as the leader of the contingent. I know he's not ready for the position and isn't up for the responsibility but I keep these thoughts to myself.

Turning around in the cramped cabin I find my son has placed his radio on a nearby dresser and has turned on the music. To my surprise it is picking up radio stations just fine, but even more surprising is the TV I see mounted to the wall as I look up. I can't believe that we're in this remote location and the camp has hi-def TV.

My son starts eating a bag of chips and unloading his stuff from his pack. I call him into the hallway and I'm fed up with his constant eating so I start yelling at him though I'm not really upset so I lower my voice and begin talking to him in a more conversational tone. It's good that I did lower my voice as the raised tones caught the attention of the camp scout-leader and he looked worried. My attention returns to my son and then pauses as he turns to ask some of the scouts entering the room about their snacks, bags of chips and goodies that are loaded up by the armful.

"We actually got there at just the right time, "says Kevin, one of the taller and older scouts. "The line was empty when we got there but by the time we were leaving there were fifty people lining up. I'd suggest getting your snacks now while they still have some."

I look at my son, knowing he can probably wait, but then I think better of it and just encourage him to head up and get his shacks now. He heads out of the room and I decide to follow him.

The main area of the camp is slightly muddy from recent rains and hundreds of pairs of boots tromping through the square. The mud continues up the steep hill that leads to where the scouts are all headed to get their snacks. The hill is grassy and has clearly benefited from recent rains but the boots of the scouts have turned the trail into a slippery and muddy path, despite many flat steps cut into the hill to prevent erosion.

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I'm especially impressed with how green this part of New Mexico looks and how nice the air is and I'm glad we're far away in a remote area of the state, distant from all the cities and urban areas that plague our home. My thought is barely finished when I come to the top of the hill and I see the distant vista of downtown Baja, New Mexico, the largest city in the state.

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I nearly gasp seeing the tall buildings and sprawling city laid out before me over the next ridge. My son clearly knew more than I did when he decided to bring the radio on this campout. Even more strange than the view is where the path now leads; We're on top of a parking garage, a muddy trail leading from the hill to the far corner of the cement parking lot. In the corner sits an older man and his friend, two chairs and a white plastic cooler their only equipment.

I approach as my son finishes his transaction and I get a brief glimpse at their offerings. Cold beverages fill one side of the cooler and various other snacks sit on the ground at their feet, slightly hidden by the open lid of the cooler. I'm a bit put-off by this sight and I had hoped for better from a camp that could afford to put HDTV in the camper's rooms.

It's time to head back to camp and I see one of the other scouts from our troop nearby, also ready to head down.

"Let's race!" I call to him and the next thing I know we're both racing down the muddy hillside. I can't believe how fast I can go and after taking a particularly large step I know I'm dreaming. I can see that I'm about to land in a rather muddy spot so I pull up my feet and let my momentum carry me a distance of nearly 25 feet beyond the mud, a great moment of control and satisfaction. I want to wrap up the race in a grand way so I turn sideways and slide down the rest of the slippery hill of mud, a feeling of exhilaration that is as close as I can get without flying. Naturally I win the race.

Now that I'm at the bottom I start to take a look around and I find the camp actually lies on the edge of a suburban part of Baja, the tree-lined streets almost giving the impression of some small town in Tennessee. Slightly in front of me and to my left is a old, brick firehouse, now abandoned, and a pair of railroad tracks lies between me and the building. A couple of cars navigate the nearby neighborhood streets. I feel so odd having a camp this close to the neighborhoods of the city.

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To complete the odd scene, a motorized contraption straight out of the late 19th century appears, an oddly-shaped machine with spinning wheels and a sputtering steam-muffler. The conveyance is clearly designed to travel on both train tracks and regular roads, overly-complicated with gears and flywheels that make approaching it seem dangerous. I watch as the machine rides the rails around the building and then enters the road on the far side of the building.

I take this as my cue to follow the driver and I suddenly find myself in a Chevy Blazer, an older model that is both cramped and over-powered. My daughter is driving and I know she is planning on passing up the strange contraption we are rapidly approaching. My cousin-in-law leans in behind me to tell me that, "Everything will be okay, we can easily pass the machine. This Blazer has a V8 engine and is more than powerful enough to catch it."

We pass up the machine and continue along a road that slopes down towards an intersection ahead, though my daughter shows no sign of slowing. I can see the slightly-obscured stop-sign and I yell at her to stop before we hit something. On cue a man appears running across the road, as far from a crosswalk as he could be, his diagonal path on a clear intersection with ours. I brace myself as we hit the man and he goes spinning up and over the hood, though he shows no real sign of injury and continues on his path.

"Okay, " I'm thinking, "that was weird." We turn left at the new road and I realize we're heading deeper into the city of Baja, a place I've never been and I can only vaguely picture on my mental map as in the northern part of New Mexico. I still can't believe how green it is, but even that pales in beauty to the snow-capped mountains I see to my left, illustrating how high up we are in elevation. To my right is a wide meadow that is clearly a park used for sports like Frisbee and impromptu games of touch football. The air is warm, perhaps 60F, but there remains a little snow along the edge of the field. Every part of me is marveling at the beauty of this place and I start considering what it would take to move there from Texas.

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Sensing my desire to look around and get a feel for the place my daughter stops driving and parks the vehicle right in the middle of the lane, a bit further out from the curb than one would normally park. I watch as she leans out of the door and sprawls out over the pavement, her head in one lane and her left arm stretching out into the next lane of traffic. A car is approaching and I pull her arm back quickly to avoid it being in the way of traffic. My pleas to get up go unheeded and I can't believe she would go to this length just so I can look around at the trees and mountains, a scene I know my mind has created but clearly a place I want to explore.

Unfortunately I wake up, remembering a location and experience more pleasant than I could possibly describe.

I'm not usually one to sing around people, at least not on my own, so when I found myself in the middle of a 7-11 singing along with the overhead music I became lucid. It's not uncommon for me to have music in my dream or sing inside my mind while in the grocery store but this is a new treat for me in a lucid dream and I go with it.

The song I'm singing is All-Star by Smash Mouth, not my first choice for a musical number but apparently easy to remember. As I begin singing I start walking around the aisle, checking out my control and it occurs to me that I should make the most of this neat scene. I have always wanted a musical number in my dream and now I have one.

As I finish the first stanza I slightly raise my arms and the dozen-plus people in the store all stop in place, shopping baskets in hand, and begin singing the chorus. It sounds really cool and I'm totally digging on making this happen.

"All that glitters is goooolllddd! Only shootings stars break the mold!"

I continue singing and I'm even impressed I can recall the words so easily. the novelty of singing in a dream isn't wearing off though I find I'm not so keen on my voice as the solo participant. Still, I keep singing as I slowly walk among the stock-still shoppers.

"It's a cold place, and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now, wait 'til you get older
But the media-men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture."

"The ice we skate is getting pretty thin
The water's getting warm so you might as well swim
My world's on fire, how 'bout yours?
That's the way I like it and I'll never get bored."

And again the people erupt into song and I'm thankful to blend in with the harmony.

"Hey now, you're a rock-star
Get the show on, get paid..."

I don't know any of these people but it's funny watching them standing there like an awkward music video.

"All that glitters is gooolllddd!"

As they sing this part they raise their arms in the air and wiggle their fingers for emphasis. I can't help but smile. :)

"Only shooting stars break the mo-o-ollld!"

The song ends and I'm slightly glad the pressure is off. My throat feels dry and scratchy and I wake up, still smiling and feeling happy.

I'm an All-Star! :D

I'm chatting lucidly with a male DC that seems to be almost otherworldly. He appears human but there's something more to him that I perceive as futuristic and knowledgeable.
My surroundings are unimportant and appear to be contained within some misty cave, dark and foreboding, secretive, the kind of place where stuff like this happens.
The man is dressed in white clothing and is holding a box to his chest, about 12 inches on a side and perhaps 7 inches thick. It appears to be internally illuminated and glows a light green color, though it is not transparent.
The man explains to me that if I place my hand on the box then the patterns my hand makes will determine the kind of lucid dream I have. This isn't hand-reading technology but in fact responds to various patterns, and it's these patterns that control all kinds of dreaming.
I place my hand on the box and the scenery around me shifts to a brilliant blue view of the ocean from cliffs. I flex my hand and it changes again to scenes from past dreams, odd-looking skies and places that don't exist.
I want to step into one of these scenes but everything gets fuzzy and I wake up, needing to pee. :(

Something about airports has always fascinated me.

The beginning details of this dream are still lost in the haze but my first memory places me outside a long building that stretches into the distance on my left side and in front of me to my right. It's perhaps 3 stories tall with lots of windows and corrugated metal walls painted white. I think this is what made me think it was an airport.

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In front of me on the ground is a long run, similar to the ball return at a bowling alley, but thinner and closer to the ground. The opening of this tube/run is small, about the width of a soda can, and can expand slightly like the elastic sleeve-cuff of a jacket. For some reason this seems like a good place to stick my sandwich, though I know it may get sucked through to the other side of the building.

And it does.

I walk into the building which I know must be an airport. The ceiling is low, like a cheap office, and the ground floor isn't spacious at all. Old tiles, old walls, and some cheap potted plants reminds me of an office-scene that was already old by 1983. Still, something tells me I belong here or fit in and therefore no one will mind if I go to the other side of the building and out onto the airport tarmac.

It's noisy out here, windy, and I can see the jetways that stretch out to planes when they arrive at the gate. To my sudden surprise a large plane lands in front of me after passing quickly overhead. It's white with red engines, about the size of a 737, but it's sleek like the Concorde that used to fly over the Atlantic. I can tell it's a very powerful plane and the sleek design suggests someone wealthy owns it.


(like this but with round engines on the wings)

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Like a slap to the face I realize the plane belongs to the Queen (of England) and she has decided to make a surprise visit to Austin. I can't believe my luck that I should arrive at the perfect moment and decided to get past all airport security to be where I am when she arrived. The first thing I think to do is make sure my hair is in place, though the wind prevents from being anything close to tidy.

I turned around to look back towards the doors she will use to enter the airport and I feel sudden anger that my sandwich is still missing. Even worse, the end of the run I placed my sandwich in on this side of the building is buried by junk and bags of garbage. In a near panic I run over and begin moving the bags so they will be less of an eyesore. It takes several minutes but I manage to stack all the garbage in a rather neat manner off to the side, giving the impression that the refuse was placed there on purpose in a semi-neat fashion and should just be ignored. I hope the Queen will pardon the mess.

Where the garbage had been I now find the hole in the ground. The opening stretches easily allowing me to reach in though I don't remember feeling anything. I merely recall being happy to have my sandwich back. I'm so happy I decide to show the people standing nearby (who just appeared to watch me) how easily I can do a forwards flip, a maneuver I've never done before. [B]Being inside a dream (suddenly lucid) I suspect the move will be really easy.

I move forward slightly and drop my head, allowing my body to come over my head and upper torso. Next thing I know I've done a forward roll and I'm marveling at how easy it was to achieve. I think about other things that are easy to do in dreams and I recall some past moments but I attempt no further moves. I think I'm just glad I could do it at all and I suspect I learned it from watching my son.[/B]

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And that's all I remember.

I remember trying to sleep in a bed located in my former neighbor's carport. I'm covered and slightly behind something but I have a slight view of someone moving about and trying to steal something about 15 feet in front of me. I'm hidden slightly so I know they can't tell I'm awake as they lurk about.

The outlined shape of a woman resolves itself and I can tell that the blurry shape is actually the next-door neighbor. She is trying to be stealthy and get behind me so I discretely keep one eye on her movements. She picks up a book from the table behind me and I realize it's my copy of Half-Asleep in Frog Pajamas by Tom Robbins. I can even see the cover clearly.

**Despite this, I don't think of the author's name until I'm awake.**

The woman is about to step away from the table and I say, "It's a good book." She stops, looks at me knowing she's caught.

"Does he have any other good books?" She asks me in a quavery older-woman voice.

"Of course," I reply. "There's [U]Even Cowgirls Get The Blues[/U] and Skinny Legs And All...I think my favorite is Jitterbug Perfume. Oh, and Still Life With Woodpecker."

I'm impressed that I can recall all these titles in a dream and I realize I'm dreaming at the same moment.

After that all I really recall is being near a Laundromat and the walls opening out from the building. I had to get up too early and should have worked on recall instead of waking my daughter for school. ;)

California is indeed strange.

I was driving my son to see my dad in the San Francisco Bay Area, coming from Texas. The highway stretches out in front of me with little on either side, but ahead of me is Los Angeles. The sky is clear above me but ahead dark clouds loom over the city, appearing like angry storms. I attribute this to normal California fog.

L.A. is just a stop in California before we turn north, a place to get some food and stretch our legs. We decide to go to a multi-level shopping mall with wide open spaces and skylights that keep the place well lit.

I don't recall all of the details but I know a food-court was present and even some of my son's friends from scouts. I know I felt odd about that seeing as we were in California.

[B]When we headed out we had to go down an escalator and running down it caused me to become lucid. I knew it felt oddly out-of-place and looking down I decided it would be better if the escalator was sloped instead of having steps I could trip on. The escalator took on the appearance of a moving sidewalk similar to ones in airports all over the world, except with a downwards slope. (I realize as I write this that I've been on a sloped moving sidewalk before at a grocery store in Oakland)

Reaching the end of the sloped sidewalk I knew my movement would carry me too far over and I would fall, so I picked up my feet to hover my way to the doors of the mall. I've flown many times, or floated, but never before have I done it in a fully up-right standing position while moving horizontally. It was a neat feeling, as though solid ground was beneath my feet so I had purchase yet being propelled along with no effort and no ground-contact.[/B]

After that I went to my dad's house, used the toilet and wrapped my nude body around the backside of the toilet while lying on the floor, staring up at one of my dad's friends. Honestly that part wasn't really interesting so we'll just leave it at that. ;)

California highways are really beautiful, but not when you feel like you're being followed while trying to get back to your home.

I pulled off the main highway to resolve some issue, perhaps read my map...I'm not certain, but the men in the white pickup that pulled up behind me seemed very threatening. He glared at me over the steering wheel as if he was daring me to make a strange move.

The passenger was the more malevelent-looking of the two. A long bald head appeared around the corner of the windshield and smiled a toothy grin, yellowed teeth filling his face like a diseased jack-o-lantern.

"All we want is the pills! Give us the drugs and we'll let you live!"

I was reluctant to give up the pills as I knew they were expensive and important. I reached into my pocket and pulled out several foil blister-packs, each containing four pills of the medicine the evel man wanted. I suspected they were for pain but I never saw their name.

"All of them!" He seemed very impatient as he said this.

I walked over to him and handed the pills over, all but two.

"Let me keep just these two! They're important, at least let me keep these!" I implored him.

He nodded in an allowing way and I pocketed the pills, relief flooding over me, and I turned back towards my car for the walk back.

I found the gravelly road I was on appeared to be covered with broken glass, large pieces littering the entire area. I can't imagine how I didn't notice that before. One step told me I could never walk back safely so I decided to float/swim back to the car pushing myself with my hands.

The shard of glass sticking out of my finger and the painful sensation brought me to lucidity and I examined the orangish-brown glass in my finger before pulling it out. I stared at the mark and it sealed immediately.

Knowing I couldn't propel myself with my hands or feet because of the glass I instead chose to float my way back, a hovering figure sitting cross-legged in the car. The feeling was pretty cool knowing I could float so easily, and I made it back to the car safely.

Something happened after that but I don't recall it well enough to describe.

I find myself on an errand downtown, possibly working for my last employer, visiting the State General Services building. In my dream the SGS is attached to the old Palm School Building which in real life is also state offices now. For some reason I have changed the word Palm to Psalm in the dream.

The building is very long and my destination is in the back somewhere. I never see myself fulfilling my errand but I know I was done and headed towards the back exit at the rear of the building. I pass several open areas to come to a large room with low white carpet and shelves along two of the walls. Across from me is a counter similar to the check-in counters you see in airports close to the entry gates. The woman stationed at the counter even resembles Zoe Saldana looking much like she did in the movie The Terminal.

To my left and slightly behind the counter is an exit door that I wanted to utilize but it is blocked by a bookcase, a clear indicator for 'no access.' I look at the woman and say, "I guess I can't go out that way, can I?" She replies, "No." as though she expected the question.

"I have to go back to the middle of the building, don't I?"

"Yeah." Again, the same disinterest in her reply, as though she had said it many times.

A mental map of the building appears in my head and I can see where the exit is, about one-third the length of the building back the way I came from. I start heading in that direction when things begin to get weird.

Walking out of the room at the end of the building I realize I'm no longer weaing my shoes, that somehow I had left them behind me when I first went into that area. Now that I've returned to where I left them I find a large cut in them as though a chain-saw had been brought down over them right in the middle.

Leaning down to pick them up I think, "I would never leave my shoes behind in an office-building, nor would I walk around without shoes, so I must be dreaming." I smiled and felt good at the thought, but even better when I realized I could fix my shoes. "It's a dream, I can fix this."

I closed my eyes and waved my hand over the shoes. When I opened my eyes the shoes were fixed and actually appeared brand new. What once were slightly dingy shoes are now bright white with red stripes along the sides. (I've never owned shoes with bright red stripes)

"Ha!" I think and almost say out loud. I'm very pleased with my actions and know it's time for action. I begin putting my shoes on in preparation for walking to the door but I'm having a little difficulty slipping them on and I'm eager to do other things. It occurs to me that putting my shoes on and taking that time may cause me to lose my lucidity. I briefly close my eyes to stabilize myself and reopen them, thinking, "I don't need shoes. It's a dream."

The first thought to next pop into my mind is to try flying. I head towards the area where the exit is and instead of using a door I walk right up to a plate glass window with the intention of going through it. Sadly I am stopped by the glass, my fingers making the familiar sound against the glass when large windows are contacted. The glass is cold...and solid.

I step back a bit, thinking,"Hmmmm.....I know I can do this...it's my dream." I launch myself forward and go right on through the window with no effort. I don't think I broke any glass but it must not have been an important detail.

I find myself flying over a downtown street so I climb up a bit higher to get above the buildings. I can see rooftops with people, chairs and air conditioning units on them. In the streets below cars move and I find myself marveling at the incredible detail my mind can create. Even the plants have movement, something I wasn't expecting.

Since I'm flying I want to take it as far as I can...but where to go? The first place that pops into my head is the San Francisco Bay Area where my dad lives, a familiar locale. Sticking my hands out in front of me I zoom off like a superhero, the ground whizzing by below me like a video on super fast-forward. Only a few seconds pass before I arrive overlooking the vast area from San Jose to Richmond that makes up the Bay Area.

As I was flying I could feel the wind against my fingertips as though I high-pressure air-hose was being applied to my skin. This was a unique sensation and unexpected, but cool, another thing I was pleased with my mind for.

Arriving in the Bay Area I find myself in a rather featureless room with a ceiling above me and painted moldings along the top edges of the walls. I decide as long as I'm dreaming I may as well phase through the ceiling. I push my hand up and into the wood, passing through as easily as my hand into water. "Nice," I think, I want to try this more.

I am now in the room above the previous one and I try to phase again but it doesn't work very well. I can get my hand partway through but I encounter resistance. I'm just beginning to ponder this when I wake up.


It was a really nice and long lucid, and the level of control was really amazing. :)

This was my shortest dream of the night but the most significant.

I find myself in a pine forest, an unknown setting for me. People are around but they seem to be keeping their distance as though they're waiting on something or afraid of me and the people closest to me. It turns out they have good reason as mystical powers are being worked with.

The teenage girl closest to me is dressed like Shiro from Deadman Wonderland.

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She is standing near a wall about three feet high that may be made from old railroad ties. Her arms are in front of her with her palms down as though to summon something. Beneath her hands are two white bars, each about six inches long, two inches wide and just over an inch high, stacked one on top of the other. My perspective is from slightly below her and in front of the low wall. Looking up at her I can see light bathing her from below as though the bars are radiating light...but more than that...waves of energy seem to be all around, as though power is being unleashed.

The girl is not as experienced as I am but I can see she definitely has power and potential. As her hands hover over the bars waves of new energy are released, enough to affect the very air like a strong wind. I'm eager to see if she will fully release the power from the bars.

The truly significant thing was the source of power in the bars was dream-power, something I knew to be known as Regional Dream Stabilization. The stronger the power of a dreamer the larger an area they could stabilize and control. The effect was radiant so worked in all directions from the source. I was really eager to see how the effect of her powers unfolded, and I wasn't alone. The others in the forest grove were also on edge waiting for something to happen.

And then I woke.

I met my teammate in the competition! We had a lucid talk about dreams and the competition points! Neat!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We start having a lively discussion about Shared Dreaming,much like in the Debate thread on the forum. We cover some of the ideaspresented and also talk about WILD points from the competition. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I think you get 3 points for WILD.” I find myself saying. “I’vebeen doing the points this week.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“No, I think it’s four points.” He says this but seemsuncertain.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’ll check later. I have to tally the points.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I can’t believe I’m talking about this in a dream, a dreamwhere I discuss dreaming. It’s enough to make me ponder things and I start tolose the dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Right before things fade Sivason says, “I’m sorry I waslate. I was in London.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Yes. I peed on my son's Playstation 2.

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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I went to south Texas, presumably to visit my long-deadrelatives who lived down there. I know I was looking forward to seeing mygrandmother, an odd feeling. Still, Iseemed to be visiting some unknown relatives that were part of the family,people I had never met but had been given info on.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walked to the house and went in, asking to use theirbathroom. I knew they would let me because I was family. I hate using thebathroom of strangers but I really had to go.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Closing the door and sitting on the toilet I began to pee. Iheard a sound to my right and realized the man of the house was in the shower.Goody, I definitely didn’t want to be seen by him but as I think this he opensthe shower door and looks at me. I actually hid my face because I felt sodisgusted at his stare. He closed the shower door and went back to hisactivity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Sadly, a few moments later the bathroom door opens and twopeople are peering at me like I’m some interloper using the toilet. I am appalledthey are staring at me and I tell them I’ll be done in a moment. One of themsays, “Something is wrong.” The two of them look at each other and I presumethey’re confused about my presence. I shut the door and finish.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]When I’m done I head right out of the house to the frontyard. As I approach my vehicle I can see it has been damaged by fire andpossibly collision. I realize this is what they were talking about when theysaid something was wrong. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The car appears to have burned from the hood but I suspectthe damaged mirror, now dangling, is the actual cause of the fire. The policeand firemen arrive but the fire is already out. They look at the car and at meand wish me luck but none of them offer me a ride anywhere despite me beingclearly stranded.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Pulling out my hotel information I make my way back to whereI’m staying. It is some considerable distance and I’m tired and glad to bethere after such a long walk. My hotelis a two-story lodge, common to any medium-sized populace. I think my room ison the second floor.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I head to my room and open the door. It’s nice and quiet,the way I like it. This is odd because my kids are now following me as I headout to the balcony. I am vaguely surprised to see them but they show no interestin visiting with me. As if by magic friends appear out of nowhere, other kidsthey met at the hotel visiting from other balconies. My daughter has friends her age (odd to see themout at night) and my older son has a friend over as well. They engage eachother eagerly and take no notice of me. I head back inside.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the room (which now appears to be a spacious 2-storyroom) is a teen girl standing outside the bathroom waiting on someone. She isdressed like some kind of goth with a long black skirt, black top, too much palemakeup and too many jingly bracelets and other adornments. I assume she knowsmy son and I wish she would leave. I really need to pee.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Deciding I can no longer wait on the person in the bathroomI look around for an alternative. I see my son’s Playstation 2 sitting on acoffee table next to the television and I head over to it. Glancing briefly atthe goth-girl and deciding I don’t care what she thinks I pull my pants downand squat over the game-machine. Peeing is quite a relief and I can see theliquid running into the box around the laser assembly. My relief turns to panicas the box fills and overflows, piss running onto the table and a little bit onmy leg. “Oh yeah”, I think…”the PS2 doesn’t have the extra storage that the PS3has. I should have used a PS3.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I pull up my pants and walk out of the hotel room and intothe hall. The corridor is long and appears like an interior maintenancecorridor more than a hotel-hallway with pipes along the ceiling and unpainteddoors. I am looking for a bathroom and I think one might be across the hallfrom me but as people pour through the double-doors I realize the opposite roomis another part of the hotel.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I turn left and make my way down the hall. I believe the farroom is a bathroom or contains one. I turn a bend at the end of the hall andfind myself in a break-room, a couple tables and some chairs with coffee andother minor snacks sitting on counters that run the length of the room. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Someone walks out of the door at the far end of the room andI know that’s where I need to go. He walks through the room and out to the hallI came from but as he opens that door a zombie comes in. The zombie triggers mylucidity and I know I’m dreaming of something my son talked about, theimpending Zombie Apocalypse. I should feel scared by the sight but it is onlyone zombie after all.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m starting to turn away as I see several more peopleheaded into the room, by mistake I suspect, and I know they can handle thezombie. My lack-of concern is quickly replaced by trepidation as I realize I’mnow facing five zombies from the direction of the hall and perhaps I shouldexit. I turn and behind me is another zombie arriving from the direction I wantto go.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We dance around a table and I know he’s not a problem for mebut I can’t figure a way out. His neck is bulging as if inflated and he iscoated with a green ooze that vaguely resembles a liquid-like form of rubbercement. I am mildly repulsed.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I make a dash for it towards the door I want to head for andhe follows. I know I’m stronger than him and I easily block him from getting tome but he is strong and the feel of his muscles under the green ooze is alittle unnerving. I manage to push himoff a couple times but I know he will get to me.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Remembering that I’m dreaming and I can’t actually be harmedI stop in the hallway and let him come. He attempts to bite but nothinghappens. I just stand there and let him do as he wishes for a minute. It eventickles.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I start walking away as he stares at me dumbfounded, an oddlook for a zombie. I am invincible now and I really want to fly away, despitebeing in a building. I leap towards the air, one hand up like superman and flyup beyond where the ceiling should be, a dark void of space opening up for meto play with. I feel like a real superhero.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I withheld a few details of this dream because they were simply too graphic. Still, I will remember this dream well for a long time.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m driving with Jen along a road in south Austin, achain-link fence to my right. I look over and ask, “Shall we go home or toMisty’s house or to your parent’s house?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Hone.” I nod agreement and head in that direction. Jen haschemo the following morning and I know she should get her rest. It’s been anactive week.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As we approach home I think, “But the house is SO damaged.”Indeed the house is suffering from no maintenance and a room or two that arefalling apart. Inside the house isn’t too bad, for the most part, but I seem torecall the floor in my upstairs bedroom had caved in except along the edges ofthe room. The image in my mind is of a room with a gaping hole where the floorshould be and the contents spilling into the garage below.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We go in and I set Jen up watching a movie in theentertainment room, a large space downstairs where the dining room should be.The carpet seems to be missing from the room and it seems gloomy inside. I hangout in the hall right outside the room looking in. I can see the shape of a manin the room with her, perhaps a butler that I don’t recall us having. Heresolves into a man wearing a tux and holding a silver platter as I think abouthis appearance.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] I realize I’mdreaming and direct my attention to themovie Jen is watching. The TV is showing a movie about some strange creaturesthat are man-made, genetic monsters that seem very angry at their existence andhave a desire to kill humans (a predictable plot) though their original purposewas benign. They were created to help unlock the secrets of the genetic code, a3-billion year-old mystery that could be resolved with these creatures andtheir special abilities. They seem to have a seeing-power that can look backthrough genetic history to the earliest ages of life on the planet. Most of thecreatures seem to be upset with humans and how they’ve been treated but a fewhave evolved and become more intelligent. These kinder monsters wear clothesand have even formed their own government to help them coexist with humans. It’san interesting movie.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Seeing as I’m alone I spend some time pleasuring myself, alucid act that is more fun in some ways in a dream. Occasionally I look up tomake certain no one is watching. This goes on for several minutes.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After a time Jen needs something and I tell her I can get itfrom my room on the second floor. I head upstairs and walk into my old bedroomexpecting to see a gaping hole but instead I see the room is intact. The floorremains though it has settled in about six inches lower and in a square shapeas if it was by design. I presume the floor is unstable and I move along theedges of the room.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I am approaching the side of the room where my old bed isand I start to slip into the gap. Knowing I only have a fraction of a secondbefore I fall in I leap to the opposite side, barely finding a purchase withenough of my body on the side to not cave in the floor.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Getting back up I make my way to the bed and continuepleasuring myself as before. It feels really good and I recognize this as oneof my dream signs. The act itself stabilizes the dream and I am able to go onenjoying it. I really want to orgasm, the intense sensations I’m experiencingalmost too good as I make good use of my hands. I am trying so hard to achievemy first really powerful dream orgasm but I’m just not close enough. I know it’sclose but I can’t seem to take myself over the edge, and I want to so bad. Ican imagine the feelings and I know how good it will be when I do but because Ikeep failing I wake up. In real life I’m incredibly aroused and I wish I couldhave completed the act.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I love dreams where you actually get to do something cool!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in the lobby of my old job, the first floor of thebuilding. The time is around 5:30PM and normal business has concluded which meansI will have to use my key for the elevators. I insert my key into the controland all 3 elevators go into diagnostic mode, the doors of each opening wide. Apanel displays the words “Take The Stairs” in bold red LED letters, and Irealize I will not be using the elevators. I walk towards the back of thebuilding and pass several workers with tool-belts and hardhats who stare at melike I’m part of their problem.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]When I reach the second floor I approach the reception desk.Unlike what I remember from real life this desk is situated in the middle ofthe large, open room, similar to the main branch of the public librarydowntown. It seems an odd place for the reception desk in an office building. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The woman at the desk is blonde, in her late twenties orearly thirties and has pale skin. She is clearly disaffected and does not wearany makeup. I can tell my experiencewith her will be splendid as I plop down a check on the desk from my in-lawsthat I need to have cashed.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I grab a pen from the desk and sign the check. Turning thecheck back over I see it is smudged and I presume the elevator smudged itsomehow. Handing it to the woman I feel happy to finally get my money but thewoman scrutinizes it unfavorably.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]“No,” she says. “This is not your handwriting! You havenever signed checks like this.” I don’t actually recall giving her checks beforebut I presume I must have at some point in the past. I remember how I had to insert the check intoa slot by the elevator to come upstairs and I say, “The elevator printed on itand smudged it.” As I return her gaze Irealize her bulbous fingers also smudged the check making the black smear worsethan before.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m not happy about this situation and to illustrate thispoint I pick up the pen and jab it several times at her face, leaving a numberof blue marks on her cheeks. At least some part of me is thinking, “I’m gonnadraw on your face!” She seems confused by this but she doesn’t get angry, andany respect I may have ever had for her disappears.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I take the check from her and give her a disdainful look,the thought of how much this place sucks spreading through my mind. Some unseenclue has alerted me that I am needed in the back of the office and my checkissue will have to wait.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reach an open area outside a corner room with corridorsleading off to my left and behind me. I am sitting on a desk facing back theway I came from and I’m talking with a coworker who looks like he should benamed ‘Johnson’ or some other nondescript name. He’s fair-haired with cleanfeatures and a dark suit that marks him as a low-ranking office worker.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Agent Johnson says, “Something bad happened with ProjectSyllabus.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I shake my head and become lucid as I reply, “Everything hasgone spooky here since this project started. Have you noticed? Weird things; somepeople have been hurt and even killed.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The agent leaves and I’m happy because I would rather talkto the two young ladies that have walked in to the room. I am male at thismoment, just another guy in the office as these two women walk into the roomfor First Aid. I know I can help.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]What makes me happy is that I know these women. One I’m onlyvaguely familiar with and she’s very beautiful. The other is a girl I datedaround the time I was 18. Her hair is unkempt and she is wearing wrinkledclothing that suggests she did not expect to be seen in public and had beenswimming in a creek. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The beautiful girl is about 19, a clean face that lights upwith even the tiniest smile and soft-looking light-brown hair. She is wearing aU.T. shirt and shorts and is in a different class from the other girl.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I say “Hi” to both and touch their hands though onlyreluctantly with my ex. I get the feeling the pretty girl would like to get toknow me and I let my touch linger with her fingers. I explore the feeling of her nails, a lucidsensation that fascinates me. I’m turning her hand over to look at the detailand feel the weight of her hand and I wish she would hold me tighter. Inresponse to my thought she curls her fingers through mine and we are holdinghands as she prepares to receive treatment to a cut on her knee from someoneunseen behind me. I don’t really care what is going on around me. I really justwant to spend time with this young woman, knowing the dream will end soon and Iwill lose this moment.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Would you like to stay with me?” I ask her. She turns toface me and smiles, blushes a little. “I would love to. We could have dinner.”I feel my own blush coming on.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I loved the incredible detail in this dream. It was almost magical.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m outside the local Schlotzsky’s restaurant on south Lamarnear the river. Coming out of the building my friends and I encounter thegreenery near the parking lot. We’re laughing and joking and it’s possible thatsome of us are on drugs, though I am uncertain if I took something or not.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I’m approaching a twisted tree that has arranged itself inthe most wondrous and visually impossible way, as though the growth wasdirected by a blind spider. Twists and turns made by the branches seem to forma maze, nearly impossible to follow or find which way the wood is growing.Small branches sprout in every direction. The leaves of the tree sparkle, most likelyfrom droplets of water sprayed out by the landscaping sprinkler system. Thelight shining through the droplets looks like fairy magic, a tiny enchantedforest in the Schlotzsky’s parking lot. The sight triggers my lucidity as Iexamine the fine details.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]One of the guys in the group says, “Charmaigne calls thisthe intricate tree.” He looks up with a half-high look on his face and placeshis hand on his hip.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Another guy asks, “Why?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reply, “Because it’s intricate.” This seems profound andyet horribly obvious at the same time. I can’t believe my DCs are this dumb.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look down at a small plant and the complicated patternsare even more detailed here. Shapes and colors seem otherworldly and thesparkly water droplets are here also. I know this plant can’t exist in thisworld and as I stare I find myself starting to fall into another world.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I’m taking a walking field-trip with my daughter’sclass. Our departure from the school isalong a road several miles south of the real-life school and it feels weird tobe taking this route for a walking field-trip. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We head out and all is initially fine but 4 of the childrenin the class are a little developmentally deficient and these 4 kids run outinto the street. Cars pass by them on both sides as I’m screaming at them tocome back to the side of the road. I realize they probably can’t get backsafely and I know I’m going to have to go get them. I’m preparing myself to dothis when the one closest to me, from the middle of the street, stares up at meand then runs across the street narrowly avoiding being struck. I’m amazed sheand the others made it across the road as they appear to be about 4 years ofage despite being a part of my daughter’s class.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I finally get a break in the traffic and make my way across,chasing them along the road towards another class on a field trip. These kidsare older and have come by bus. I find myself envious of their field-trip.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The children blend into the group and disappear from mysight. I don’t know where they are and I’m frantically trying to think of a wayto get them separated from the group. An idea suddenly springs to mind and Isay, “Who here is from [school], raise your hand?” I’m thinking the younger kids will respond andI will be able to pick them out of the group.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My expectations are dashed when all the kids raise theirhands. I have encountered a class of older children from my daughter’s schooland I recognize none of them. Not being daunted by this I decide the kids musthave gotten onto the bus. As the class boards I go in behind them, asking theteacher if they mind if I do a search. The teacher is agreeable and allows meto walk the aisle of the bus looking for them. Sadly I can’t find them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Before I can turn around the bus driver closes the doors andstarts driving down the road. I think, “Oh. Okay. I guess I’ll get off when wepass my class walking down the road.” Again my expectations are shattered when he drives right past the classand I set my new goal for the next block. I tell the driver he passed my groupand at first he seems to ignore me. I repeat myself, speaking a little moreforcefully and he slams on the brakes. I grab on to a pole in an attempt tostabilize myself but I lose my grip. My body slides forward to the front of thebus where I grab on to another pole to keep myself from smashing into thedashboard. I lose my grip again and roll into the front console as the buscomes to a final stop. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Glaring at the driver I make my way off the bus and start runningback towards my group. As I approach I still can’t see the lost kids and otheradults are still looking for them. I tell them I will keep on looking for themcloser to where we started.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Down the road I find myself on a dirt track, an unpaved roadthrough the forest heading out to Enchanted Rock, a state park 80 miles west ofAustin. The kids are now forgotten and Iam climbing up a wooded hill, more of asmall cliff than anything, on my way to the campsite. I’m with my dad and someof his friends, people I do not recognize. All are carrying packs of gear.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the crest of the cliff is a rocky ledge with some bulkytree-roots running along it. Each of us has to climb over this ridge and turnaround to help the next climber. I turn to help my dad over the root. As I do athought comes to mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“This is the spot where you made a strong promise to me.” AsI say this to him I look down at the watch on his wrist as though I expect himto pass it on to me someday. The moment seems significant but I can’t entirelyfigure out why. I help him up and we continue to the campsite.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The spot we camp at is beautiful, a cliff overlooking thelake hundreds of feet below with spotty signs of habitation visible only aslights in the darkness. It had not been dark previously but now the setting isat night. The stars are visible above and my surroundings are illuminated as ifby a bright full moon though I do not see one in the sky.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Everything seems peaceful until the silence is broken by asmall government helicopter which has come to spy on us. The helicopter isactually miniature, about the size of a bread-box though it has sophisticatedcontrols and surveillance cameras that can see in the dark. Everyone scramblesto avoid being hit by the rotors.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Why is the government concerned with us? I can’t imagine thereasoning considering the crowd I’m with, none of whom are former agents orcurrent spies. Thinking this I suddenly realize the helicopter is there for me.I know I must be the one under suspicion and the knowledge spurs me to action.I duck below the edge of the cliff, a small overhanging ledge providing me somecover from the cameras that can only see horizontally. I find myself looking upat the small helicopter as it rotates around to find me. I evade it easily.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I become lucid and realize this is a dream. The helicoptercan’t hurt me and I decide to just reach up and grab it. It feels solid in myhand, unlike some dream objects, and it vibrates like a gas-powered toy. As Idisable it the rotors stop and the machine becomes a mere hunk of plastic andmetal in my hand. I know the agency hunting me will come looking for theirsurveillance toy and attempt to figure out what happened to both it and me so Ilet everyone know we will have to leave.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the morning I am talking to my dad as everyone packs up.I’m playing with the helicopter, extending the telescoping antenna andcollapsing it. I look at it and say, “I wish I could make it work again.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In response my dad tosses me a battery pack for it,something he had removed during the night. I had willed that to happen,something I knew as the battery landed in my hand. I love how things work indreams, I think. My dad continues to pack out gear as I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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